King size bed and more medical drama sort of

I decided to upgrade my bed from a queen to a king because my daughter is a bed hog. When we went to Houston we slept in a kingsize bed and for once I was able to sleep without being kicked or hit or rolled on. So, I found a beautiful bed and a super comfy mattress set from Rooms to Go. Of course the day it's delivered it was raining and the a/c guy and the Salvation Army truck all come at the same time. The delivery guys had a heck of a time trying to get the mattress upstairs. I put my old bed, Grace's changing table and the ergo carrier on Craig's list and I sold them the next two days. That was exciting.

I got Grace's passport, or should I say applied for her passport on Friday. I was worried about the waittime so I traveled to New Braunfels which is a lot smaller and to their district clerk's office because I figured most people were going to post offices. I lucked out. I walked in and was helped immediately. Grace behaved beautifully. She is going through her terrible 2 stage which everything is hers and she's not big on sharing or doing anything that isn't her idea. She's pretty stubborn and I'm thinking that it's gonna be "lovely" when she gets into her tweens and teens.

Friday I also got the news that her bloodwork came in and there were some deficiencies in her immune system. I really didn't understand the spectrum or tests but our pediatrician is concerned enough to send us to a hemotologist. So, we're going to add another doctor to our stable of doctors. So now we have a pediatrician, cardiologist, cardiothoracic surgeon, ENT, pulmonologist, genecticist, speech therapist, occupational therapist, physical therapist, ophthomologist, and now a hemotologist. Holy cow.